Assassin Novels & Stories

She placed the palms of her hands on his face, down the light stubble that coated his tanned skin. "It's just rumors, stories told in his pack to frighten them all into submission." Isaiah replied, his voice notably stronger. With a small smile that spoke of gentle affection, he removed Mera's hands from her face and placed them against his lips. Once they were no longer touching, that shadow fell back over his eyes and the worry continued to creep in. "There were three who were able to give me some insight, though the details change from person to person. The assassin is a white wolf, one with the ability to resist abilities. Another said she has the ability

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

He said and I nodded. "An assassin is a person who kills an important person in exchange for money. At least that's my explanation for what I do for a living". He muttered with a shrug and I gasped. "Y-you kill people f-for money?". I asked absentmindedly and he nodded. This world is really full of cruel and heartless people. Could those people who killed my momma and daddy assassins? No, they were talking about some document and my father seems to have known them.

The look on his eyes became deadlier than ever. "She's a girl. The assassin was a. . a woman. And, she was a hired killer always disguised as a runway model. Her name was. ." The sniper coughed blood painfully like talking for so long was requiring too much of his remaining energy. "Her name was. . it was. . Zara. Zara Auclair Lavigne."

After spending the weekend with his parents Sebastian flew back to the USA heading straight to his penthouse and ordering a woman from the well-known, high-end escort organisation to provide the finest women to satisfy him for the night. This was Sebastian Argreste, the only multi-trillionare businessman and one of the finest assassins that the world had heard of.

I hiss through my teeth, pain exploding on my shoulder blades, but instead of releasing me, the asshole digs his nails deeper in my flesh. "Should I tell you a story?" He asks and I nod,tears overflowing from my eyes, he must have drawn blood because when he releases his hold, I feel sticky liquid dripping down my arms. "So you see, my name is Adrian, I'm an assassin, I was just a rogue, holding a grudge against Lance, your mate, or should I say your ex-mate, when I was approached by Belinda" He smirks but I roll my eyes

She said and I wasn't surprised. I knew she was wasn't a regular person. I knew she was up to something. I knew she knew too much for her own good. "I am a free assassin," She said and it all made sense. Free assassin never worked or belonged to a clan, they get hired to work for an important mission and after that they are discarded even if the Mission failed. They had an immortality card. "I would not kill Mason if you tell me where my child is," I said and she nodded her head slightly.

He pesters me as I struggle with myself to at least be able to wiggle my fingers. I hate him. I hate him so much. No particular reason as to why they want him dead? His words right now are enough reasons. What part made me this unconscious? Was it the hit? Or was it the fact that I cut myself? Was it my blood? I have bled one too many times. Aunt Kitra made sure I never had my trainings easy. “What is an assassin if you cannot fight the same death you have made your job?” He continues to pester me as he increases his pressure on my foot.

A true assassin can use anything as a weapon. A single needle was enough to kill. The female assassin moved with lightning speed, the air whistling with her motion. In a split second, Austin's pupils constricted to the extreme. He rolled to the side, breaking free from the assassin's grip on his chest, and landed on the floor. Before he could get up, the room darkened as the assassin leaped over the bed, diving toward him. "Get off!" Austin kicked upward with explosive force, his powerful leg muscles sending the assassin flying.

“Kael, get her out—now.” “I’m not leaving until the path is clear,” Kael hissed. Alessia peeked over Kael’s shoulder as the assassin stepped fully into the light. The assassin was tall, masked, and cloaked in black threads that seemed to move on their own. A sigil glowed across his chest—one she didn’t recognize, swirling with crescent shapes and warped roots. He turned and looked straight at her. Alessia’s heart slammed against her ribs. “Kael, he sees me.”